1.29.07
In an attempt to be full on the blue eyes of Rachel
I am a leaf floating on the water of an exotic island,
it's rocking motion gently caressing my back
Eyes looking skyward to the innocent mural of the clouds above-
contrasting the brown of my skin
I'm stuck
in my mood as if held down by the weight of the ancient bonneville
which holds the note on my refrigerator-
A dog
A baby boy
Monty's blue plate
all selflessly reminding me that I could be in love...
